Broken Hearts Series Novels & Stories

But as they grew older, Maya had learned to swallow her grief and buried her resentment deep within herself, trying to maintain the illusion of peace. But now? Now, Oscar wanted her to accept the daughter of the woman who destroyed her family as his bride. And he wanted her to be understanding? That one sentence broke something inside her. She thought of her mother, gasping for breath on a hospital bed. And she remembered the vow she had made at that very moment: she would never repeat the same tragedy. She would never let another person trample her heart like that. Let alone compete endlessly with Diana for the same man. "Fine," she said. "Then I won't bother you two anymore."

Now, I don’t know whether it was real or a the pretence, I hope the latter, cause if it’s real then it’s over. How would I heal a broken heart? How would I make it warm when all it has ever felt cold? For a second, pity for Alicia, hit me, but then I shrug it off, she is not so innocent either, but Adrian’s charm is one of his tactics, to make the girls fall for him, it’s all part of his decietful plan, the one I am vicitm to too, but he doesn’t know he is also trapped cause, no longer, am I running away,yes, dear Adrian you are my hubby, I won’t leave you alone, not so easily, not when my heart calls you in every breath.

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

"Who's got the black heart?" "I do" a light voice perked up then stood up. "Come on. Let's get this over with." Everybody looked at the figure that stood up. Of course, it just had to be her. Mrs. Heartbreak herself, Deborah Taylor. If heartbreak hotel had a receptionist, it'd be Vanessa. If there was someone rich, beautiful and invested enough to buy the hotel then turn it into her own personal workspace, that'd be Deborah. She was part of the clique of all those posh Grade 12 students that felt like they'd already become independent, and could care less about what anybody said or cared (That’s what everyone thought). Her 5'9 figure was a normal height in these parts but she’d carry herself

It was as if he was trying to eliminate her very existence and the memory of their life together completely. By then, she'd given up caring anyway. Her heart had frozen inside her as she went from disbelief to wondering if he was suffering some kind of mental break. It was hard for her to accept even then that he was no longer the boy she knew. She'd run the gamut of every emotion known to man in those few weeks it had taken them to destroy her. Ten years disintegrated in a matter of seconds, and in the end, she had nothing to show for her sacrifice.

🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀 My heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, each one piercing my soul like a shard of glass. The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me. I felt empty, and hollow, like a part of me had been ripped away. Every breath I took felt like a struggle, every beat of my heart a reminder that the person I love would never love me back. My heart was broken, extremely broken, and I didn't know how to put it back together again. All I could do was hold on to the fragments, and hope that someday, somehow, I would find a way to heal.

He doesn't like it one bit! The demon, this girl in the Kincaids' minds, has entered their home and family life and is about to destroy their way of life! Starting with their son Ross Kincaid, who forges ahead with his heart instead of his brain, his desire to defy his parents is causing cracks in the family that are about to surface!

Tis' the end of Billionaire Broken wife, 1st and 2nd series. I’m so sad that it has to end but the times has come for me to say goodbye to my precious Alissa, Daniel, Clarke and Elizabeth. *tsk tsk* Thank you for all your supports and love that you have poured out so far. You don’t know how much your comments and likes truly means to me. <3 Besides, I am coming up with a new story next month and I hope that this new story would be able to reach out to you like how TBBW did. God bless and take care.

She will be lying if she didn't think of Darius in these three months. She thought a lot about him. A lot. And the more she thinks about him, the more empty feelings she gets. She doesn't know if she hates him or not. She got her heart broken not once but twice by the same man. Her heart was broken so much that she doesn't even have the broken pieces anymore to put it together.